Sexy Girls by Gary S. Griffin Page A

met? I pray for the miracle every night.
    In the meantime, I'm still fighting. I spend all my money and a nice chunk of my husband's fortune too, to look pretty and young, even if it's all temporary. But, none of my efforts are enough. They can't hide the fact that I'm pushing 40. Everyday I know more and more people look through my fashion and beauty camouflage and see the old maid underneath. I have less than four years until I reach that age. I dread it. I'm determined to have a child before then, even if it means that I do it alone. I certainly won't have a child with my current husband.
    Once, my natural looks let me whip through a shower and get out the door with only five minutes in front of my mirror. Now, an hour of hard work isn't enough.
    Cyndie tells me on the phone that she will let me indulge my fantasies this night. This is what I do for fun, because my convenient marriage has fallen apart and my husband is far away, “working” on a tropical isle, and surely bedding some young beauty.
    What heterosexual man, let alone my hero, will I attract tonight?
    Yes, I am very blue this night. I don’t see how Cyndie's compliments and touches will fully bring me out of my funk. My life is not going the way I want.
    Later this Saturday night we begin our domination and submission game. As always, Cyndie is my master and I am her slave.
    Before dinner we spend time in Mistress Myst's apartment. She makes me dress truly provocative. I can't have the clothes I wore. Instead, she makes me tug on a pink g-string. It's the tiniest panty I've ever seen and is too small. Next, I pull on thigh high white stockings and step into pink spiked heels. Mistress Myst excites me when she tightens small clamps on my nipples. I squeeze into to a white t-shirt dress. It's a tiny, sexy dress made of thin jersey material and it really hugs every one of my body's curves.
    I am a very good slave. It feels safe. It feels good. It feels too good.
    Mistress Myst and I eat dinner at the Bleu restaurant on Rittenhouse Square. I'm not the best partner this night. Thank goodness I don't need to make witty conversation. Small talk on my part is against the rules. I busy myself with buttering Mistress Myst's bread and pouring her wine and wiping up messes. I do keep things neat. My mind wanders in my blues and several times Mistress Myst needs to get my attention.
    And, then, suddenly, my impossible dream is right in front of me.
    Mistress Myst spots Master Stephen Garrett first and points him out to me. Master Garrett sits at a table with a gorgeous woman. Mistress Myst and I are together in a booth 25 feet away from them.
    Mistress Myst asks me, “Andrea, do you know who is eating dinner with Master Garrett?”
    I shake my head “no.”
    Mistress Myst tells me, “It is Dee Dee Cho, his girlfriend.”
    Boy, do I get jealous. Miss Cho is a petite beauty. She has gorgeous black hair that goes down to the middle of her back. She's wearing a deep burgundy-colored dress with a plunging neckline revealing her ample chest. The short dress reveals her bare legs up to her thigh and she's wearing cute, sparkly, ruby-colored mules with silver stiletto heels.
    Mistress Myst says, “But, stop worrying, Andrea. I've heard they're about to break up.”
    My heart beats faster and I feel my excitement climbing. I try to calm myself. I don't want to be too obvious. But, I need to know more. I gain permission to speak and calmly ask, “Are you sure, Mistress?”
    â€œYes, he told me,” she answers.
    Mistress Myst offers to introduce me to Master Garrett and Miss Cho.
    I worry that I look too risqué. I'm not sure what Master Garrett will think of me.
    Mistress Myst thinks I should stand up right then. But, I hesitate and start to chicken out. I don't want to meet Miss Cho. I say, “Mistress Myst, may we wait and see if Miss Cho goes to the bathroom?”
    Mistress Myst frowns and let's the moment pass without a